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Cheryl's Extra Credit Ch. 1

By: cthulhu



There's always one of them in class. I've been a high English teacher for twelve years, and it never fails. Every year I watch them rise through the ranks of girlishness into budding womanhood, there are always those girls who get in touch with their sexuality early on, who realize and understand what their nubile young bodies do to men and who enjoy the torment they cause. 

But I've learned how to deal with these vixens. This is the story of Cheryl, a classic tease from the word go. Even as an early blossoming freshman I'd witnessed the way she coyly drove her male classmates to distraction, and I daresay there were many a time that I would close my eyes while fucking my wife and imagine it was Cheryl's tight pussy I was plowing into. 

But I bided my time; waiting and watching her grow from untouchable jailbait to a barely legal eighteen-year-old senior, knowing all the time that, eventually, I would have her.

I've been fucking my female students for many years now, and many might think me a deplorable dirty old man, especially for my methods, but I don't care. As far as I'm concerned these little teases are getting a final, valuable lesson from me, namely, that you can only tease for so long before someone will call your bluff.

Graduation was a mere month away and it was finally time to put my plan into action. Cheryl, as always, sat in the front row. Most of her time in class was spent passing notes to her friends or doodling on her notebook, but today I had sprung a pop quiz on them and the class was quiet as they sweated over the test. 

I watched her sitting there in the front row. Today was cheerleading practice, and Cheryl, of course, was captain of the squad. She wore her uniform to class, and so much the better. I replayed all the times that she had sat there in that same uniform with it's yellow blouse and short, pleated, blue skirt, crossing and uncrossing her gorgeous legs, watching me with her wry smile as I tried not to steal glimpses at her panties. There were days when I couldn't even stand up to use the chalkboard, as my hard on would have been painfully evident. Today was no different. She pretended to concentrate on her quiz, chewing on her pencil as she struggled with a question I knew she hadn't studied for. But I knew, as I watched with my peripheral vision that she was watching me. She uncrossed her legs and slowly, ever so slowly, parted them until I could just make out a maddening slice of virginal white panty stretched tight over the pussy that I had been dreaming about for so long.

Well, I thought, let her tease. Before this day ends I'll take those panties home as a trophy.

My eyes traveled up her body, taking in the beauty that would soon be mine to do with as I pleased. She wore white and blue sneakers with ankle socks that set off her tanned, perfect legs. Her skirt ended at firm, taut thighs. Her flat stomach gave way to pert breasts that, while not huge, were certainly not small. I remembered many days when she would come to class wearing thin t-shirts and her nipples would force their way against the material, making my mouth water with desire to suck and bite them. Her features were angelic, her complexion flawless. Her eyes were wide orbs of innocent blue with just a hint of the devil that lay beneath. Her hair was silky blond and shoulder length. She was every bit the all American girl, every school boys (and school teachers) fantasy.

The bell rung and thirty seats scrapped back from their desks as the class rose and came forward to deposit their quizzes on my desk. Cheryl was among the last to get up, still fretting over questions. When she finally approached my desk I looked up to meet her eyes. "Cheryl," I said, matter of factly, "Please stay after class, I need to speak with you." A pout crossed her face and her perfect red lips opened as if to protest, but my look told her the matter was not open for discussion. Begrudgingly she sat back down at her desk.

When the last student had filed out and the door closed, leaving the room empty except for Cheryl and myself, I let her stew for a few minutes more, as I pretended to mull over some paperwork. At last I looked up at her.

"Cheryl," I began, clearing my throat, "We need to discuss your grades." She rolled her eyes in the manner of a spoiled child, but I somberly pressed on. "You've slacked off most of this year. You haven't been turning in assignments, you haven't been reading the material, and you've spent the majority of your time in class giggling with your friends." 

"But…" she began, only to have me cut her off. She could do little more than sullenly chew on her lower lip and look terribly put upon.

"And now here we are." I continued, pulling out my grade book and opening it to her name, "At the end of the year, and I must say, young lady, your in serious trouble. I'm afraid, as things stand, I simply would be remiss if I were to give you a passing grade." 

That caught her attention! Her head snapped up at me and her eyes grew wide with stunned apprehension. "But…but…" she stammered, "If you don't pass me I won't graduate! I'll fail my senior year! I'll have to do it over! Mr. Smith, you can't! You can't do that! My father will kill me! All my friends are graduating! You can't…"

"Perhaps you should have thought about that earlier, Cheryl. You've dug this hole yourself. I just wanted to give you fair warning so that you can break the news to your parents. I'm sure they'll be very disappointed."

She stood up and approached my desk, and I could hear desperation creeping into her voice. That was good. "Mr. Smith, please! You don't understand, if I don't graduate I'll be the laughing stock of the school! And my father, oh god, my father! He'll take my car, he'll take my allowance, he'll take everything!" She was nearly in tears, her lower lip quivering, her blue eyes watering.

"Cheryl," I said, relishing my opportunity to make her squirm, "It's out of my hands. You simply haven't done the work. There's nothing I can do."

"There has to be!" she wailed, "There has to be something! I can't fail, I just can't! There has to be something I can do! Some kind of extra credit! I'll work hard Mr. Smith, I promise, I'll do anything!"

There they were. The words I'd been waiting for. 

Slowly I raised my eyes to meet hers and pretended to ponder the problem. The fear and desperation I saw in her face was delicious. Finally I said, "Well, there might be a way…"

Hope sprang into her eyes and she leaned on the desk. "Anything!" she swore, "I'll do anything! Just so I can pass! Please!"

"You'd have to work very hard." I said.

"Oh, I will! I'll work hard Mr. Smith!"

"And you'd have to follow my instructions…"

"I will, I promise!"

"And you'd have to be willing to do anything I tell you to do." I almost whispered.

"I'll do it!" she nodded, still not understanding what I had in mind.

I leaned back in my chair and let several heartbeats pass. "Very well. We'll begin today. Cheryl, I want you to go and lock the door."

That caught her off guard. "L-lock the door? B-but why…?"

I smiled a wry smile of my own at her, "Pass or fail, Cheryl, it's that simple." She took a step back from the desk as realization crept over her. She looked stunned, then as if she were about to cry again. I could see her mind racing, looking for a way out of this, and hating the feeling of being under someone else's control. She opened her mouth several time to say something, but no words came. Finally, after a solid moment of silence, she made the decision I knew she would. Slowly, she walked to the door and turned the lock.

Coming back to the desk she regarded me uncertainly, still hoping she had misunderstood my intentions, not yet willing to believe what I had inferred by having her lock the door. I decided to put those hopes to rest.

"Cheryl," I said, looking at her coolly, "You've been teasing me all year, haven't you?"

"Mr. Smith, I…" she tried, but I quickly cut her off.

"Shut up!" I snapped, enjoying the way my tone took her back a bit, the way it shocked her into silence, "From here on out you'll speak when I tell you to, Cheryl. I'll have none of your insolence. From now on you'll do exactly as your told with no question, or you'll fail this class and you won't graduate. Is that perfectly clear?"

"Y-yes, Mr. Smith." She stammered.

"That's better. Now, admit it, you've been teasing me all year, haven't you?"

She looked down, fighting the tears that welled in her eyes. "I guess so." She whispered.

"What? I can't hear you Cheryl!"

"Yes, Mr. Smith!"

"You've been sitting in the front row, flashing your panties at me, haven't you?"

"Yes." She admitted again.

"You come to class in low cut tops without a bra, and you bend over just so, don't you?"

"Yes." She nodded, eyes cast down.

"And what does that make you?"

She looked up, uncertainly, and then, "A…a tease?"

"That's right. A tease. Well, Cheryl, your teasing days are over. Now the time has come to pay the piper. From this day until you graduate –IF you graduate- your going to be at my beck and call, and your going to let me enjoy all the things you've only given me glimpses of. Isn't that right? Tears rolled down her cheeks, and for a moment I thought she would call the whole thing off, but finally she nodded. "What's that? I can't hear you?"

"Yes!" She said, utterly defeated.

"Good. Now lets begin. For your first assignment, I want you to come around to my side of the desk, Cheryl." Slowly she walked around the desk as I pushed my chair back to give her room. "Now I want you to lift that cute cheerleader skirt up and show me those panties." Again, she looked as if she might resist. "Now!" I commanded. 

She gripped the hem of her skirt, and slowly, ever so slowly, she raised her skirt and exposed her panties to me.

They were white, made of cotton, with a simple, tiny bow just below her belly. I've always had a thing for panties. Not the slutty Fredrick's of Hollywood kind, but rather the virginal, plain white style, either in cotton or satin, and Cheryl's panties fit the bill perfectly. I gazed lustfully at them, looking eagerly at how they were pulled tight against her pussy lips, whish I could just make out beneath the thin fabric. I could feel my cock begin to uncoil and fill with blood in my trousers.

"Turn around." I growled. She did so, and I licked my lips at the sight of her panty-clad ass, so firm and taut. The visual effect of this young girl, so rebellious and full of herself just minutes ago, exposing her perfect ass to me was enough to bring my cock to full erection, and I decided, after drinking in the sight for a few minutes, to move on, vowing to return to that ass for a more thorough seeing to later.

That's good. You may lower your skirt now and turn around." Gratefully she did so, perhaps believing that that's all I would ask from her. I quickly dispelled the notion. "Get on your knees in front of me, Cheryl." I commanded. Seemingly resigned to her fate, she did as she was told, dropping to her knees before me, her downcast eyes, no doubt, affording her a view of the obvious lump in my pants.

"Do you see that, Cheryl? Do you see what your pretty panties and tight ass have done to me?" She was now looking openly at my bulge, unable to take her eyes from it. Slowly, she nodded. "That's what you've been doing to me all year with your teasing Cheryl, and every time thus far I've been left frustrated. But not today. Touch it. Put your hand on it."

She looked at me, but my eyes told her that there would be no discussion on the matter. Tentatively she laid her small hand on my lap, cupping my angry rod." That's a good girl, now stroke it, gently." She did as she was told, and I felt my cock growing even stiffer. I was enjoying this self-imposed teasing. "Have you ever seen a real cock, Cheryl?"

She hesitated for only a second, but nodded, "Yes."

"And were they boys cocks, or men's cocks?" I asked.

"Just boys my age, Sir."

I smiled. The "Sir" was a good sign, and her tears had dried up. Some girls are natural born sluts; it just takes the right man to bring it out in them. She was still stroking and squeezing my cock when I said, "Well now your going to see a man's cock, Cheryl. Unzip my pants and take it out.

She did as she was told, unzipping my fly and tugging my pants down enough to get her hand into my underwear. I gasped inwardly as I felt her small hand wrap around my cock for the first time and pull it free. Several women have told me that I have a beautiful cock. It's seven and a half inches long, and quite thick. Cheryl's hand could not quite wrap itself all the way around my girth, and she swallowed in apprehension at the sight of such a tool, but I also thought I detected a change in her eyes, just a bit, as they seemed to take on a glaze that I knew boded very well.

"Now stroke it up and down, Cheryl. Pump it. Jack your teachers cock." Obediently she did so, and the silky touch of her hand was exquisite. I let her masturbate me for several minutes, loving her hand as it slid up and down my length. A fat drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip, and she stared at it, fascinated in spite of herself. Even though her inexperience showed, her very innocence made the hand job that much sweeter. But the best was yet to come.

"Cheryl, have you eve sucked a cock?"

She looked up at me then, biting her lower lip. "Y-yes," she admitted, "But only once. And it wasn't like this. It was… it was smaller."

"Well, you're going to suck my cock, Cheryl. I want you to open your sweet mouth and wrap your lips around my cock." She stared, uncertainly, at my turgid shaft with its bulbous purple helmet, and then slowly, she lowered her mouth toward it. 

How can I describe the first touch of her lips on my cock? How can I relate the ecstasy of my swollen dick as it slid into her mouth? Can mere words describe the sensation of her tongue on my shaft, or the slight suction she imparted as she closed her mouth around a third of my cock? Suffice to say, it was everything I knew it would be. She was inexperienced, true, but that only served to heighten the pleasure as she began to bob her head up and down. I guided her with my words.

"That's a good girl. Suck it deep into your mouth, my little slut. Now lick the shaft and kiss the head. Swallow those drops of pre-cum. Mmmmm, yes, I'm going to fuck your mouth like the little whore you are, Cheryl. Before we're through you'll be taking my whole cock into your throat. Don't forget my balls. Cup them in your hand. Now take one of them into your mouth, gently. Roll it around. Now the other. Yes, now lick back up the shaft and engulf my cock again, pump it with your hand…." My cock was now drooling pre-cum, and I entwined my fingers into her hair, forcing my cock even deeper into her throat until she nearly gagged. I used my hands to raise and lower her head, fucking her mouth in earnest now. "Oh yes, your going to be such a good cock sucking slut, Cheryl. I'm going to use your mouth in so many ways, my sweet little cheerleader whore. My little schoolgirl slut. Your going to be my dirty girl, because that's exactly what you are, isn't it?"

With her mouth still bulging with my cock, fighting to breath, but still sucking, se nodded. I could feel my huge load of cum rising in my balls, and I knew it would not be long. I fucked her mouth even harder, and then quickly stood up so that I could look down at her. The sight was too much, and I pulled her mouth off of my seething prick. I held her by the hair with one hand, and with the other I pumped my cock just inches away from her face. 

"Open your mouth, bitch!" I commanded, and she did, her breathing coming in great gasps as a moan escaped her lips. "Stick out your tongue!" Again, she did, and I laid the tip of my cock on it, jacking it, watching the pre-cum ooze onto her pink tongue. "Now tell me you're a dirty girl!"

"I'm a dirty girl!" she cried, no longer resisting in the slightest.

"Tell me you're my slut!"

"Oh Sir, I'm your bad little slut!"

"Tell me more Talk dirty, bitch! Make me cum in your mouth and catch it on your tongue!"

Oh god, sir! I'm a filthy little girl! I'm such a dirty bitch! I want you're cum! Oh please, cum, cum, cum in my mouth! Use my mouth like a toilet! Use me like the nasty slave I am!"

Listening to her words and seeing this side of her come to the surface was too much, and with a groan, my cock erupted! My first gout of semen jetted onto her lips and tongue. The second roped out into her wide-open mouth. The third and fourth spilled into her mouth and across her face. She cupped her tongue, and my cum pooled there as yet another salty blast ran down her chin and hung there. My body was wracked by the unspeakable pleasure of the orgasm and as my cum began to wane I shoved my spasaming cock back into her mouth. She swallowed desperately, trying to draw still more from me as I forced my dick into her throat. Cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth and dangled from her chin, dripping off to land like wet pearls onto her yellow cheerleading top. 

I fucked her mouth for another full minute as my orgasm finally began to subside. Her near gags only served to turn me on more and keep me rock hard. Finally I released her hair and pulled free of her mouth. I sat down. 

"Scoop the excess up with your fingers, Cheryl, and lick them clean. Get all of my cum, bitch." I watched her as she did so, stroking my cock all the while. Her eyes were fully glazed with lust, and I knew she was very close to cumming herself. 

"That was good, Cheryl, and it will get better. But we're not through yet. Now I want you to stand up, face the desk, bend over it and reach back and raise your skirt for me."

Part 2 Coming soon!

Cheryl's Extra Credit Ch. 2



Cheryl knelt there, leaning back on her legs, her face still glossy with my cum as she seemed to come back to earth. She looked at her fingers from which she had, only seconds before, been licking clean of my semen as if they might have belonged to someone else. Looking up at me and my still hard cock, she giggled nervously. I don't think she was quite aware of how she had let herself go during my climax, the way she had talked to me like a dirty whore, the way she had begged me for my cum. She was a sight to behold, and I was far from through with her.

"Cheryl," I said, "I want you to stand up, face the desk, bend over it and reach back and raise your skirt for me." A bit wobbly on her legs, she complied, turning and laying her upper body across my desk. Slowly she reached back and pulled her cheerleading skirt up to her waist and then gripped the edge of the desk, waiting for what was to happen next.

I rolled forward in my chair, my breath sucking in at the sight I beheld. Her white panties were such an erotic contrast with her tanned flesh. Those panties along with her cheerleading uniform, sneakers and white ankle socks made her the perfect fantasy for any man who lusted after a young schoolgirl tease. Her ass, clad only in thin, virginal, cotton, was so tight, so perfect, it was all I could do not to tear those panties aside and bury my face in it. But I vowed to go slowly and enjoy her to the maximum.

I reached down and wrapped my hands loosely around her ankles and started to slide my hands upward. Her skin was silky smooth and flawless, and the feel of her taut calves and thighs beneath my hands made my cock harder still. Reaching her ass, I cupped those tight, eight-teen year old cheeks in my hands and squeezed, exploring those globes, teasing myself with the fact that her panties still separated her ass from my sight. I ran my hands back down her legs, then up the insides of her thighs until I cupped her pussy. I was pleased and turned on to find the crotch of her panties damp, and I traced the outline of her bulging vaginal lips with my fingers. She moaned, and wiggled her ass ever so slightly. I knew then that she was mine, that even if I gave her an A+ right now she would not get up from that desk.

I brought my face tantalizingly close to her pussy and ass, breathing in her musk, and then, lowering my head, I let my tongue slide out and taste the flesh of her inner thigh. She jumped, as if a current of electricity had passed through her body, and I let my tongue trail it's way upwards, teasing her now with my snails pace, slowly, so slowly, working my way closer and closer to her panty covered pussy. I could see the wet spot on her crotch growing from the size of a nickel to the size of a quarter, and then lengthen and spread beneath her ever-moistening slit. At long last, I let the tip of my tongue touch her panty crotch, tasting her juices for the first time. She gasped and groaned out loud.

I continued to tease her, sliding my tongue up and down the wet material of her panty crotch, feeding my own panty fetish until the white cotton was sopping wet with my saliva and her nectar. She began to pant and thrust her ass back at me, but I refused to give her what she needed so badly just yet. 

After several more minutes of this torment, I finally reached up and took hold of the waistband of her panties, and slowly peeled them away from her ass. The crotch clung to her soaking pussy as I pulled them free. I lowered them to her knees before refocusing on her now naked ass and cunt. 

Her ass was so round, so perfect, so tight. Her neatly trimmed blonde pussy pouted at me, glistening with her excitement. "Reach back and open yourself for me." I commanded, and she did, gripping her own ass cheeks and pulling them wide, exposing her open cunt and asshole. Her legs were trembling now, and pre-cum was drooling from my engorged cock head. I leaned forward and darted the tip of my tongue into her bare slit. The taste was pure heaven, and she pulled herself even wider. I did it again; dancing my tongue ever so lightly up and down her slit, each time going a bit deeper, licking a bit harder. Her breath was coming in sharp gasps, "Ah, ah, ah, ah…" she repeated with each thrust of my tongue. At last, unable to contain myself for another second, I let myself go and buried my tongue into her sweet hole!

She came then, her hips bucking and jerking, her juice flowing into my mouth. I could feel the muscles in her thighs clenching, and I tongue fucked her until her feet came off the floor. She rode one shattering orgasm after another, and as they began to subside, I slid my lips down to her clit, capturing it and lashing it with my tongue. A fresh wave of climaxes hit her, and a long, "Ghhaaaaaa…" escaped her throat. I wouldn't let her stop cumming. I snaked my tongue deep into her cunt, scooping out her juices while I rubbed her clit with my fingers. Then I slid first one, then two fingers into her wet hole and I moved my mouth up to her puckered, rosebud ass hole and commenced to rim that sweet treasure. Stiffening my tongue, I slid it into her tight ass hole, and she exploded again, clawing franticly at the desk, squirming around on its surface.

"Oh gaaawwdd!" She squealed. The words fell from her mouth in an uncontrolled flood. "Your tongue in my asshole, oh god, so dirty, its so fucking dirty Mr. Smith and it's making me cuummmm! Oh please don't stop, don't stop, don't stop licking my ass oh goooodddd!" And she was off again, another orgasm wracking her body. Her hips jerked and bucked under my assault, but I stayed with her, French kissing her asshole while my fingers continued their assault on her drooling cunt. Her juices glistened on her thighs and her heady aroma filled my senses, driving me mad. I reached down with my free hand, tugging her panties completely off and wrapped them around my cock, nearly cumming at the feel of the damp cotton on my shaft.

I licked her ass and fingered her through several more climaxes before granting her a brief reprieve. I leaned back in my chair, slowly jacking off with her panties while I watched her. She lay limp across the desk, her hips still shuddering involuntarily, little girl sighs escaping her lips. I brought her panties to my nose and inhaled their intimate fragrance, and even though I had had my tongue in her cunt just minutes before, the scent of her panties was almost more erotic for me. My love of soiled panties brought me to the brink of cumming again, but I stopped short, letting my passion ebb for a moment. 

I stood up behind her and rested my swollen cock between her ass cheeks. "Are you a virgin, Cheryl?" I asked. 

"No," She replied, "I'm not. But I've only gone all the way once, and it wasn't with a cock like yours, Mr. Smith." She suddenly looked over her shoulder, a worried expression creasing her features, "B-but you can't fuck me, please! I'm not on the pill, I can't get pregnant!"

I laughed. "Not to worry, Cheryl, I'm vasectomy safe, and as a matter of fact I CAN fuck you, and I'm GOING to fuck you, and your going to thank me for it, isn't that right?"

She looked back at me, looked at my cock sliding between her ass cheeks. "Yes, Sir." She whispered, and without my telling her to, she reached back again and spread herself wide for me. "That's a good little slut." I said, gripping my cock and lowering it to her soaking pussy. I nestled the purple head inside her lips and teased her with it, running it up and down her slit, getting it wet, rubbing it over her swollen clit which brought fresh whimpers from her. I pushed forward just a bit until my cock head disappeared into her snatch and she groaned, wiggling her ass. "You want me to fuck you, don't you Cheryl?"

"Oh god…" she panted.

"Don't you?"

"Yes! Oh Mr. Smith, yes! I need it so bad!"

"Then beg me for it! I want to hear you beg for your teacher cock!"

She pulled her asshole and pussy as wide as she could, frantic now for my cock. "Mr. Smith, please! Oh fuck, please fuck me! Please ram your cock in my dirty little hole! I'll be a good girl, I promise! I'll do anything you say! I'll be your fuck slut slave if you'll just fuck your cock into me! You can rape it if you want to. I want you to! Please, oh please, Mr. Smith, rape my little pussy! I'll be such a good girl for you!"

I could take no more. With a single, long thrust, I forced my throbbing dick to the hilt into her teen-aged pussy! She was so tight! Oh god, she was so tight! I could feel her cunt stretching around my cock, and she gasped, her whole body suddenly going taut, her back arching upwards, her mouth opening in a silent scream. My balls rested against her clit, and she let go of her ass as her body began to thrash. She clawed at the desk top, knocking pens and papers everywhere as an orgasm hit her like a thunderbolt. God, but this girl was a catch!

"Mr. Smith!" she groaned, her voice quavering, "Your doing it! You're fucking my little pussy! Ohhhh, you're raping it!"

And I was.

I drew my cock out of her until only the head remained buried within. I paused to admire the way my shaft gleamed with her juices, and then I plunged back in to the hilt. Again and again I slammed my cock into her. I gripped her sweet ass in my strong hands and thrust over and over so hard that my desk scooted several feet forward. And all the while, she blurted out the most wonderfully pornographic things.

"Yeessss, Mr. Smith!" She grunted, her voice, a throaty growl, wavering with each thrust, "Your fucking me, it's so fucking good! Ram it! Fuck me like the tease slut I am! I've been such a bad girl! I've been so bad to you and I need to be punished! I need your big cock in me! Oh I'm such a filthy tramp! I'm your little cum whore! I'll do anything you say, Mr. Smith, just don't stop please, ohhh I'm cumminnggg!" 

I didn't stop. I pounded her tight cunt mercilessly for upwards of fifteen minutes, using her body the way that she now begged me to. All the pent of years of watching her drove my hips to slam home again and again, bringing her to the peak of orgasm after orgasm until she could simply take it no longer and went limp, her body shuddering with tremors now and again. She was such a sight, still completely dressed in that sexy cheerleading uniform, her skirt hiked up around her waist. It had been a long wait to see her like this, but it was worth every minute of it. I could feel my second load of cum building up, and at last I had to stop, my cock still buried inside of her. I didn't want to cum just yet. There was still one more prize to take.

She was in a daze, and didn't hear me open my desk drawer. I took out a tube of KY jelly that I'd left there earlier in the day and squeezed out a nice dollop onto my fingers. I began to smear the lubricant over her perfect asshole, and it wasn't until I inserted a greasy finger inside her tightest of holes that she seemed to realize what I was doing.

"Mr. Smith! What are you doing? You can't! I've never…"

I slapped her ass hard, cutting her off. "Again, Cheryl, I can and I will, and before you've graduated you'll be begging for my cock in your ass. It's good to know that at least one of your holes is still a virgin." I slid my finger up to the third knuckle into her asshole, and she writhed on the desk, gritting her teeth in discomfort. "I won't lie to you, my little slut, this will hurt at first. I can't have you making all sorts of noise, so…" with that, I took her panties and reached around to her face, stuffing them into her mouth, effectively gagging her. "Don't spit them out, Cheryl, or it'll be that much worse on you. Just relax. I have a sneaking suspicion that you'll enjoy this once you get used to it." With a smile, I withdrew my wet cock from her pussy. I jacked it a few times with my KY covered fingers and set the head at the entrance to her asshole. Her body had gone tense, and I could feel her fear. It made me even harder, and I resolved to show her no mercy. With a single push, I drove my thick cock three inches into her virgin ass. 

Even with the panties in her mouth, her scream filled the room, and her body went rigid. I grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and pulled her head back. "Quiet, Cheryl! I'll not have my slave behaving so! Bite down on those panties and take the medicine that you deserve!" She fought back her tears and moaned in resignation. I pushed again, stretching her ass still further with another two inches of cock. Her asshole was breath takingly tight. It gripped my cock like a vise, and I thought for a moment that I'd cum before even getting it all the way in. Gritting my teeth, I held back my load and drove the last two and a half inches home. With my balls resting against her pussy I reveled in my victory. I had taken her in every hole, had made her my personal fuck toy, and she had begged for it, not because I'd forced her to, no, this was her secrete desire, to be taken and used by a man. She grunted in pain now, but as I let my cock be still in her, as her asshole stretched to accommodate me, I could already hear those whimpers take on a different tone. The slut in her was fast rising back to the surface, letting herself go, giving in to the pleasure of total surrender, the feel of a strong hand pulling her head back by the hair and a thick cock in her ass.

I withdrew; much as I had from her cunt when I first fucked her there, until only the head remained inside, and then slid steadily back in. I set up a slow rhythm, allowing her to get used to it, feeling her body accept it. She relaxed at last, and I felt the first small tremors of pleasure begin to ripple through her body. I fucked her tight asshole in and out, and it clenched me, gripped me, and seemed to milk my cock like the preverbal silken fist. The feeling was incredible. My head spun as, together, we climbed to the heights of sexual ecstasy. Gentle reader, there is simply nothing in the world like ass fucking an eight-teen year old girl.

Cheryl began to sigh with pleasure through her gag, as I knew she would, and before long her body seemed to seize up and then explode as her orgasm ripped through her, starting seep in her stomach and spreading outwards until every nerve was overloading and she was now crying with the sheer joy of climax and submission. I knew it was safe now, and I took the panties from her mouth. 

"You like it, don't you, Cheryl?" I said, my cock now picking up speed as I pistoned in and out of her ass.

"Ohhhhh yeasss!" she breathed.

"You love my cock in your ass, don't you?"

"Yes, Mr. Smith. God yes!"

"You love being my fuck slave, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"You love me raping your ass!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Because you're my dirty girl, aren't you?"

"So dirty…so dirty for you, Sir…so dirty…"

"Dirty whore, loves to be fucked."

"In my dirty mouth…"

"Yes baby, talk to me…"

"My little pussy…"

"Mmmmm…"

"And my asshole, oh god, Mr. Smith I love you in my asshole!"

"That's a good slut!"

"Fuck me, use me, cum all over me, piss on me if you want, I'm so dirty I'm your filthy fuck whore…" Her words came in a seamless flow as she lost total control of her body, as she gave herself wholly over to me. "Use me anyway you want I'm your whore your bitch your good little girl your toilet I'll do anything…"

I could not stand it another minute! Her tight ass and nasty talk took me to the very edge, and I knew I was mere seconds from cumming! Quickly, I withdrew from her ass and hauled her off of the desk by her hair, forcing her to her knees in front of me. She obediently opened her mouth as I laid the crotch of her panties across her tongue and then jerked my cock, once, twice, three times. My orgasm hit me like a sledgehammer. My cum sprayed from my cock with a force I had rarely experienced. Thick ropes of white semen draped across her mouth, her panty crotch, her cheeks, nose and forehead. It got in her hair and dripped from her chin. Jet after jet coated her lips, and she greedily moaned for more. I held onto the edge of my desk as my legs went weak from the force of such a cum.

When my cum at last subsided, she eagerly went to work, sucking my cum from her coated panty crotch, using it to wipe her face and then sucking it clean again. It was a fantasy come true, and watching her go at it was a sight I'd been waiting my whole life to see.

Finally she was through. She had eaten every drop of my cum. She had sucked it all from her soiled panties. She even took my cock into her mouth and sucked the last remaining drops from my balls. Then, she looked up at me, and with a shy grin, she said, "Thank you, Mr. Smith."

I smiled back at her. "Your entirely welcome, Cheryl, and rest assured, your extra credit assignments aren't over. We've still got a month before graduation, and your going to have to work very hard indeed to get those grades up."

"I know," she said, "And I will. I'll work very hard for you, Sir."

I stroked her head gently, and she pressed her face into my palm. "Now get cleaned up. I'll see you tomorrow, Cheryl. 

I knew it was going to be a hell of a month, and I had a feeling that Cheryl's extra credit assignments might even go on after she graduated. I smiled and put her wet panties into my jacket pocket, taking them as my trophy as I'd promised myself I would.



Cheryl's Extra Credit Ch. 3



My conquest of Cheryl was a satisfying one; of that there can be little doubt. She was a natural born submissive, and once she’d been given the excuse to let herself be the slut she truly wanted to be, she fell into the role with abandon. I’m sure that, in the back of her mind, she continually rationalized her behavior as being necessary to her completion of high school, given my threat to fail her should she not comply with my “extra credit” assignments, but it soon became obvious to me that she relished each and every chance to please me, and I soon made her a very apt sex slave indeed. 

We had to be careful, of course. She still lived at home, and our liaisons in the class were too risky to repeat very often (though I did allow myself the pleasure of fucking her mouth a time or two after the last bell had rung). Fortunately I had divorced my wife nearly a year before, and thus was free to pursue my pleasure in my home that was nestled in a grove of trees far enough out of town that I had little fear of nosy neighbors wondering who was paying me visits in her white Jetta. At every opportunity I would page Cheryl and she would always find a way to come to my home where I would induct her into the most wanton pleasures.

I remember well one Saturday evening; I was on my way to a school administration meeting, when I called her to set into motion a plan that I had mapped out earlier in the week. She answered her cell phone on the second ring, and I said, “Cheryl.” 

It was a command, not a question, and she immediately knew who it was. I could almost feel her shudder of expectation and excitement. “Yes, Sir.” She answered, and I knew that she was alone.

“Where are you?”

“In the car, Sir. On my way to Ivy’s house. We’re going to watch videos.”

“No,” I said, “Your not…”

I told her to call Ivy and make an excuse and then to go to my house where she would find the key under the stone in the garden. I gave her a list of commands and abruptly hung up. 

The meeting was boring, and fortunately only lasted for a couple of hours. Plenty of time for Cheryl to have followed my instructions. Humming to myself, I headed home.

I walked through the door, and there she was, dressed in the maid’s uniform I’d purchased for her and set out on the bed and told her to put on. It was a true uniform, high necked and severe, though perhaps a size too small. It’s hem rode high on her thighs and it accentuated her bust. Her hair was done up under the bonnet, and, in short, she was devastating. She immediately stopped her dusting and stood, head bowed in deference to me. “Hello, Cheryl.” I said, setting down the brown, paper, bag that I’d brought in with me. 

“Hello, Sir.” She answered, timidly, but with a tremor of excitement.

“Carry on,” I said with a nod, “I’m going to shower and then I’ll be down for dinner.” I walked past her without a second glance. I knew that she was already wondering what was in the brown bag, but I also knew that she would not dare to peek at its contents. I undressed and enjoyed a leisurely shower, savoring the anticipation of what the night would bring. Drying off and donning a robe, I made my way back to the living room where Cheryl had just finished setting the table. The smells emanating from the kitchen were wonderful. Cheryl may have been a spoiled brat, but she had a knack for cooking which I took advantage of whenever possible. I knew she loved to cook for me. It was another way for her to please me, and that in itself was a pleasure for her.


Of course I didn’t show any signs of enjoying the tantalizing scents coming from the kitchen. I played my part of stern master to the hilt, frowning slightly and surveying the room; looking for any bit of housekeeping she had missed. At last my eyes came to rest on her sweet bottom as she bent over the table to adjust the flower arrangement in the center. The black uniform skirt stretched taut across her lovely ass, and as she bent forward just a bit more I was treated to the delicious view of a slice of white thigh between skirt hem and black stocking top, separated by the vertical supports of her garter belt. I felt my cock stir beneath my robe, and I fought off the urge to simply fuck her across the table right then and there. But I knew that the wait was half the fun. The anticipation, the thrill of the unknown, I knew that those were the things that truly got Cheryl off. She had no idea what I had in store for her, and I knew that her panties were probably sopping wet from the mystery and build up.

She stepped away from the table and I took my seat. She knew what was expected of her, and she played her part to the hilt, remaining silent and avoiding my eyes as she made her trips to and from the kitchen, bringing out steaming dishes of food and a bottle of wine. She had prepared chicken Marsala with fresh vegetables. She poured my wine and filled my plate, and then took a step back to stand behind me, head lowered; ready to cater to my every need.

The dinner was marvelous, as I knew it would be. I ate in silence for several moments, and, when I felt the time was right, I drained my glass of wine. As I knew she would, Cheryl stepped forward to refill it. It was at that point that I let my left hand come to rest on the back of her thigh. She froze for a heartbeat, and I felt a quiver race through her body. The feel of her stocking clad thigh was a delight to my fingertips, and I let my hand slide upwards a bit until I felt her warm, smooth flesh. She stood stock still as my hand traveled still further to find her ass, covered in the thinnest of satin. I cupped her young buttock for a moment, and then, abruptly, I removed my hand and used it to pick up the fresh glass of wine. 

“The house looks good, Cheryl.” I said, matter of factly. “And dinner isn’t bad at all. Perhaps a little heavy on the wine, but still, not bad.”

“Th-thank you, Sir.” She whispered.

“Are you hungry, Cheryl?” I asked her.

“Um…a little, Sir.”

“Then you must eat!” I looked up at her and said, “Kneel.”

She did, dropping immediately to her knees beside my chair. “Good girl,” I smiled, and cut off a bite of chicken. I speared it on my fork and held it out to her, feeding her. She took it in her mouth and sighed, taking extreme pleasure from being in such a position of total subservience. I fed her another bite, and another, and then held my glass for her that she might wash it down with some wine. I fed her like that for several minutes until I decided it was time to move on. 

“You’ve been a good little maid today, Cheryl,” I said, “And I’ve brought you home a small present. It’s in that bag on the table. Get it and bring it here, but no peeking!” She looked up at me, and I could see her face was flushed and her nipples were hard beneath her uniform blouse. God, but she was sexy. She stood and went to the coffee table, returning with the bag. I took it from her.

“Now, Cheryl, I want you to turn around and raise your skirt. In spite of herself, she flushed an even deeper shade of red, but she did as she was told, turning around to face away from me. She hitched up her skirt to her waist, slowly revealing her stockinged thighs and panty-clad ass. No matter how many times I saw her ass I still got immediately hard at the sight. Is there a more arousing sight in the world than that of an eighteen-year-old girls firm ass? I so wanted to bury my face into her ass crack and lick her through her panties. But time enough for that later. For now the play must be followed as scripted. 

“Take your panties down.” I commanded, and she did, sliding the black satin over her hips and down until they bunched at her stocking tops. The straps of her garter belt stretched tight across her pale ass cheeks were a mouthwatering contrast of black on white. Her panty crotch was pulled taut, like a tiny trampoline, and I could see the large circle of moisture there, and could even see a thin sheen coating her inner thighs. I looked at her perfect pussy from behind, her lips pouting and wet with arousal. I allowed myself a taste, running a finger gently along her slit. She gasped and stifled a small moan, and I licked my finger clean.

My cock was making a tent in my robe when I said softly to her, “Reach back and spread your ass for me, Cheryl.” Obediently, she did, grasping her ass cheeks and pulling them wide, exposing herself utterly to me. Her asshole was pink and clean and inviting. I had not fucked her there since that first day in my classroom, but that would soon change. 

I opened the bag, first withdrawing a small tube of KY jelly, which I opened, and from it squeezed a dime-sized dollop. It was cold, and she started as my finger laid it on her asshole and began to spread it around. I lubricated the outside of her rosebud, and then inserted a coated finger. She whimpered, but made no other sound. I felt her sphincter clench around my finger, and I slowly worked it in and out of her several times to make sure she was well oiled. Finally I withdrew my finger and reached back into the bag, taking out her gift.

I pressed the head of the butt-plug against her asshole, and her breathing quickened as she felt the smooth plastic begin to spread her wide. I let her ass stretch and continued to push, gently but firmly, until her anal ring crested the widest part of the plug, and closed around the narrow base until only the flanged end was visible. I gave her beautiful ass, now with its new adornment, a final look as I wiped my hands clean. “That will be all, Cheryl.” I said. She slowly straightened and gingerly pulled her panties up and her skirt down. She turned on wobbly legs, and I could see that her eyes had taken on a glaze that I knew well. Her breathing was heavy, and I could tell that every step caused the butt-plug to move and remind her of it. I had her bring me a warm washcloth and washed my hands before continuing with my meal. 

I finished eating in silence, knowing that she was standing behind me, teeth clenched to stifle her moans as the butt plug filled and stretched her ass. When I was through I sipped my wine while she cleared the dishes. I could tell it was a struggle for her, but I enjoyed every minute of it. When the table was cleared I said, “Cheryl, I want you to go to the bedroom and arrange yourself on hands and knees on the bed. I’ll be in in a moment. 

“Yes, Sir.” She said, and I heard her leave. 

I finished off my glass of wine, letting her wait for fifteen minutes before heading for the bedroom myself. 

The sight that greeted me caused me to stop in the doorway and simply drink it in. There she was, on all fours, on the bed. Her black maids skirt hugged her ass and rode up to expose her thighs and stocking tops even more so than they had a dinner. She looked straight at the headboard, and I could tell she was trembling with desire. My cock began to rise again, and I went to the bed so I could take a seat there beside her.

“You’ve been a good little maid today, Cheryl.” I said softly.

“Thank you, Sir.” She barely got the words out.

“You like being my maid, don’t you”

“Y-yes Sir, I love it.”

“Do you like your present?” I asked as I began to run my hand up her stocking clad leg.

“Oh yes. Yes, Sir I do!” 

“ You like me using you like this, don’t you?”

Her reply was a whimper, “Yes, Sir. I’m your slave.”

“Yes you are. You’re my little fuck toy, aren’t you?” I let my hand caress her ass over her skirt.

“I’m your fuck toy, Sir.”

“You like me playing with your ass, don’t you?”

“My ass is yours, Sir.”

“That’s right. And so is the rest of you.”

Yes. Yes Sir!” She tried to muffle a small groan, but it got away from her as I slid my hand beneath her skirt and cupped her panty-covered pussy. It was soaked, and I could feel her lips clearly through the wet material.

“Tell me what you are, Cheryl.” I said, slowly rubbing my middle finger along her slit.

“I’m your whore!” she sobbed, nearly breaking down with desire. “I’m your bad little girl! I’m your slut! Your filthy slut! Your nasty maid! Oh, Sir, I’m such a bad little girl and you’re my daddy! All my holes are yours! My titties, my mouth, my pussy and my ass, they’re yours!”

My cock was now fully erect and had forced its way through my robe, and her words drove me on as I pulled her skirt up around her waist. When I kissed her sopping panty crotch her hips bucked involuntarily and she went down to her elbows, burying her face in a pillow, raising her ass even higher for me. I slowly lowered her panties to her thighs and savored the sight of her pussy as it gaped open with need, and the butt-plug as she fought and clenched her ass to keep it from popping out. 

Her juice was running unchecked down her thighs. I had rarely known a girl to get as wet as Cheryl, and it was with wicked pleasure that I used a finger to scoop some of it up and pop it in my mouth. She was so delicious that I had to replace my finger, running it up her inner thigh clear to her cunt. I slicked it with juice between her gaping pussy before plunging it in to the last knuckle. She heaved on the bed as my finger explored her insides, her asshole tried to push the plug out, and a high-pitched squeal rose from the depths of the pillows where she had buried her face. I pulled my finger out with an audible slurp and licked it clean.

I stood and removed my robe. My cock was a raging pole sticking straight out from my body, drooling precum. I positioned myself behind her with my hands on her hips and my cock pointing at her luscious cunt and ass. 

“Do you want to be fucked, Cheryl?” I asked her as I let the tip of my cock nuzzle her shaven lips.

“Ohhhhhh, Sir! Ohhh yessss, I want to be fucked! Please!” She hunkered down even more, lifting her ass and pushing back against my cock. I slapped her ass, hard. The crack of flesh on flesh and the sting caused her to gasp and tremble.

“Tell me what you want, slut!” I taunted her, “Beg for it! Beg for my cock!”

“Oh Sir, Mr. Smith! Oh Jesus, please, oh please fuck me! Use my cunt, fuck my holes, rape me like a bad girl! Fuck me like a whore, I’m begging you, Sir!”

Without warning I thrust my pulsing cock into her cunt. I drove into her with brutal force causing her to cry out in surprise and pain, even though she was thoroughly lubricated. I pressed myself as deeply as I could, feeling my balls hanging against her clit and her pussy walls contracting around my shaft. I rotated my hips, swiveling my cockhead inside her. She screamed in her pillow as a spontaneous orgasm tore through her. Her back arched and rolled, and I gave her still more pleasure with three quick, hard slaps across her ass. My hand left a red print, and the pain of the smacks was just what she needed to drive her fading orgasm into another.

I began to fuck her then. Slowly, with rhythm and piston-like thrusts, I plumbed the depths of her cunt, drawing all the way out and then hammering back inside her to the hilt. My hands gripped her shaking hips, pulling her back into my strokes. I looked down and the sight of her asshole, still plugged, caused me to fuck her even harder. I could feel the hard plastic through her inner walls. Her breathing was ragged and her moans developed into a high pitched keen as another cum rushed through her.

I lent forward, gripping my hands in the front of her uniform, and ripped the buttons away, pulling her top back and down, pinning her arms in her sleeves against her sides. I tore her bra down until her perfect tits fell free and I cupped them in my hands, squeezing, rolling her nipples against my palms, and then pinching them until the pleasure/pain overtook her again. 

I fucked her that way for a long time, my thrusts slowly increasing until I was like a jackhammer, my hips a blur, as I rammed my cock into her over and over. Her orgasms rolled over her like waves and I watched as each peak gave way to a valley and then built into another peak. She was sobbing into the pillow, and then shrieking into it as her mind was shattered by another cum that tightened every muscle in her body. She clawed at the sheets, and then screamed filth as if possessed.

“Ahh God yeah, fuck it! Fuck your little tramp slut whore bitch, fuck it! Rape it! God, fuck, Sir, rape that little pussy! Hurt it! God it hurts so good! Slap my ass! Punish me! I’m a bad girl bad girl bad girl, so bad, God…fuck…slut…ghaaaaa!”

At last I withdrew my cock from her slippery cunt. She laid there, hands at her sides, ass in the air, quivering and mewing. 

I reached forward and pulled the butt-plug free of her ass. 

“Ahhhh!” she squealed as it popped free. I watched as her stretched asshole slowly contracted to its rosebud hole. I gave her no time to rest, and put the slimy head of my cock against that bud.

And pushed.

She stiffened as if I had given her an electric shock, her head thrown back in a silent shriek. I slowly but steadily breached the ring of her asshole and pushed in further still. Even with the stretching the plug had done, her ass was teenaged tight, and I had to force each inch in. She hunched her hips up at me, desperate for my cock, pushing her ass back onto it, swallowing more and more of it with her ass. I knew that she was overcome with the feeling of being filled with cock.

At last I felt my balls touch her cunt, and I knew that I could go no further. She lay beneath me, gasping, crying, and whimpering for me to fuck her ass. I obliged.

The first time I had fucked her ass in the classroom I had not allowed myself to take as much time to enjoy it as I would have liked, considering the location. But this time I savored every second and made it last as long as I could.

Many writers have expounded at length on the joys of fucking an eight teen year old girl in the ass. I’m certain that I could add little to their works. I can only hope that the reader can imagine what it was like, the way her young ass gripped me like a wet fist, the way it clenched and loosened, pumping me as I withdrew and slid into her again and again. I can only hope the reader can picture this little maid being mercilessly ass fucked, her face in the pillow, orgasms ripping her body and mind apart, skirt hiked up, blouse torn open, arms pinned at her sides. Even as I write about it my cock strains at my pants, threatening to burst through my fly. Throughout it all she begged for more; pleaded with me for my cock to fill her ass. She called me Master, Sir, Teacher, Daddy. She gnashed her teeth, moaned, screamed, groaned, and cursed. 

I never wanted it to end, but I knew I could take no more. With a great cry of my own I unloaded my cum into the bottommost depths of her ass. My blasts of cum were like scalding jets within her and sent her into the throes of an orgasm so intense that she blacked out for a moment. When she came to she was still cumming.

I left my cock in her ass until it shrank and softened before puling it out with a wet sound. I gently pulled her panties back up and told her to leave them on. I wanted my cum to leak out into them. I rolled her over and took the uniform off of her while she laid there in a daze. When she was at last able to speak, she whispered, “Thank you, Sir.” And then went to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth with which she lovingly cleaned my cock.